I'll be 73 this summer, but inside I feel like I'm still 70. Oh for those halcyon days of my misspent youth, when all I had to worry about were North Korean missiles over Japan, China manipulating currency, Iran developing a nuclear bomb, Syria's Bashar-Assad gassing his people with Chlorine, the Caliphate in Iraq, Greece bankrupting the Euro Zone, and an American president undermining two hundred years of democratic progress. (OK, I still worry about that last one.) I'm glad my kids aren't in the house anymore so I can not constantly tell them about the good old days when I played petanque in the park most afternoons, without wearing a mask. When I would shake friends' hands when we ran into each other at the grocery store. When Sheila and I would have breakfast INSIDE, SITTING DOWN AT A TABLE, at the Sunfolower Café. When I didn't have to wait for half an hour in line to shop at COSTCO. Yeah, those were the good old days of two months ago.
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"You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past."
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor
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